It all started

(So I’ve written stories like this and now I think I’m ready to share one…not sure how well it’ll be because I came up with it off the top of my head.)

From the day I was born my parents regretted having me and by the time I was fifteen they had kicked me out. I had to drop out of school and the only job I could get was at a cheap strip club. I remember the first day I walked on for my job interview because it was the day my life started to become about men using me to their pleasures. It was the lucky strip club and the owner was Mark who didn’t exactly run a legal club. He told me that we weren’t just required to dance and entertain but also we had to do extras for the guys that wanted them. “What do you mean by extras…?” I looked at him not sure what he was getting at. “Well lets say a guy pays you for a lap dance and starts to get a little touchy and maybe starts to rub your breast or play with your thong.” “Umm wouldn’t I tell him to keep his hands to himself?” “No. You let him do what he wants. Here come here let’s practice. Now give me a lap dance like you would a costumer.” Doing as he said I walked over to him and started to give him a lap dance. His hands started to wander touching my breast and play with my thong. “Now for some guys they might pay for more. Which is specifically why we have these “interviews” I guess you could call them. See we want to make sure our girls can please these guys who come here and some people would call it prostitution but I like to say we give extras.” “Oh umm…I’m not sure that’s such a good idea then for me to be here…I mean I’m still a virgin…” “Well hun then this makes this that more fun for me. See I test drive all the new girls and I’ve never been with a virgin before. So this will be fun.” “I’m not sure I mean I heard that it hurts a lot…and I really can’t take pain well…” “You will do as I say.